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Amelia's back was to him when he returned. She had braced herself on the counter, head and shoulders slumped. She looked defeated was all Sam could think as he carefully approached her. Just as he was about to touch her, her voice stopped him.
"I thought you said your brother was dead." Her voice was cold, and angry.
They had bonded over a shared sense of loss. Her husband was dead and so was his brother. It was the common ground that had started this. And now, Dean's appearance had brought in to question everything that she had thought they shared. And the conversation she had had with the two, Dean's insistence that to Sam, he had been as good as dead had done nothing to calm that voice in the back of her head that said Sam had been lying to her the entire time.
"I thought he was." It was the truth that Sam uttered, and yet he knew that it wouldn't be enough. Not with Dean safe and showering in the other room. Not when Amelia's husband was still dead.
She turned before she replies and he sees not only anger but pain in her eyes, "He doesn't look dead to me Sam. He seemed just fine, well until you let him slice up his own arm."
Her words stung. He knew that she didn't understand. And even if he told her, the likely hood that she would accept his answer was slim. Hell, the likely hood that she would believe his answer ranked up there with the possibility that his father would also walk through the door. Actually the latter probably had a greater change of happen.
"If he hadn't done it, I would have. It was a test. Something from my life before you. The same with the water. They were both tests. And he passed. It's hard to explain and even harder to believe if you haven't lived in it. With it."
"Sam, I know about your life before me. You told me about Stanford. About leaving to spend time with your brother. About your father's death. Was that all a lie too?" The anger was winning now. Her voice had gone up an octave, and she was trying not to yell.
"Everything I told you was true. I did go to Stanford. I did quit school and go on a road trip with Dean. And yes, my father really is dead. But those are the parts that are easy to tell and even easier to believe. I didn't tell you why I left school in the first place. Or about how my mother and my father really died. I didn't tell you about Jess and I definitely didn't tell you everything about Dean."
"How could you lie to me? How could you do this?" She had lost her internal struggle and the yelling had begun. He knew it was only a matter of time now before Dean intervened. He always did, usually with a simple, 'It's alright Sammy, I'll handle this.' But this was his mess. His life so he needed Amelia to calm down and here him out.
"Amelia, as hard as this is going to be to believe, I did all of that to protect you. There are things out there, evil things, that would like nothing more than to hurt me. And to do that they would hurt the people that I care about without a second glance."
"Oh my god, you're in the Mob!"
He should have seen that coming. He's talking about the Supernatural, Demons, ghosts, the devil and her first instinct is to go with a threat she knows. And how many mob movies are their where people are killed because of what they know.
" No, I'm not in the mob. And before you ask, I'm not part of the Mafia and I didn't escape some cult. But I do move around a lot and I don't get close to people. I can't put someone I care about a risk. But with you I couldn't help it. I thought Dean was dead. And without him here, it was easy to forget about all the crap we had been dealing with since I was 6 months old. This wasn't my first stop after Dean disappeared. I traveled around a bit. I drove his car. And I was keeping everyone at a distance, until the day I hit the dog. Then I met you and for some reason I couldn't leave. So I stayed and I did what I had to, to keep you safe."
"I don't understand. You're still not telling me something. This whole thing started because you left pieces out and you're still not telling me something!"
"It's not that he doesn't want to tell you sweetheart, it's that he doesn't think you will believe him. Hell, I definitely don't think you will believe him. I don't think he should tell you. But it's not my call. I would however, like to know if you have any pie." Dean was leaning against the door jamb behind Sam. His hair still damp from the shower and to the untrained eye he would look relaxed, but the clenched jaw, and the tension in his forearms told Sam, that Dean was angry and on high alert. Maybe it was because of the argument but if Sam had to guess, it had more to do with where he had been the last year.
"Really Dean, you want pie." Despite the situation, Sam couldn't help but smile. Of course his brother was thinking with his stomach.
"Of course I want pie Sammy. There's always time for pie. Plus, I thought you two could use a break from yelling at each other I don't know if now the time to have this conversation. I would wait till its light."
Sam of course, knew that Dean was right. It didn't matter how long you were a hunter, if at all possible conversations about things that go bump in the night were best left to daylight, even if you weren't altogether safe then either. The problem he was going to have, was Amelia was already on edge. She wanted answers and he couldn't blame her. He would want them himself if the roles were reversed.
"I THINK NOW IS THE PERFECT TIME TO HAVE THIS CONVERSATION." Amelia's anger bounced off the walls in the small kitchen, and while Sam's smile had vanished from his face, Dean seemed utterly unaffected. In fact he rolled his eyes at her.
"Sweetheart, I fought with things that are way scarier than you. And trust me, when I tell you, right now you don't want to hear this. You're angry and scared and what we have to tell you. What Sam needs to tell you. You don't want to hear right now. It's going to change everything that you believe."